sad poetry
The cathartic nature of poetry makes it one of the best outlets to channel feelings of sadness, emotional turmoil, grief and despair.
Free In Your Arms
Everyone before you, left my memory Clinging on so tightly, now they've let go of me. Longing for your arms, where I felt free.
Hailey Marchand-NazzaroPublished 6 days ago in PoetsLetting Go
Everything has its time; Can't we appreciate it for what it was? Let go of our delusions, Imperceptible, perhaps, but with a hold over us.
Hailey Marchand-NazzaroPublished 6 days ago in PoetsVeiled
Embers, old and dying, smothered by new flame Convinced I'd never known love, til you called my name. Lying in the past, lovers leave my memory
Hailey Marchand-NazzaroPublished 6 days ago in PoetsOcean Tides and Shallow Minds
earnestly feeling bleak signals great defeat curating your mind to concrete feats lamentations know you surpass all weak insomuch as to remain sailing complete
Kalina BethanyPublished 6 days ago in PoetsLeaving Orbit
Epoque of ages turns its pages to epilogue. You pack your Car. I sit in your now-empty room, watch as Light hits the dust motes through the blinds.
Kate KastelbergPublished 6 days ago in PoetsEclipsed
Entering into the Closeted space of your Life & love I find myself Penumbrally Shadowed hopelessly in Endless eclipse.
Randy Wayne Jellison-KnockPublished 6 days ago in PoetsCarousel
Round and round again When will it end I found myself, again Falling off the shelf again But right before I hit the ground, I wake up again
Josh MorganPublished 6 days ago in PoetsEclipsing
Eclipsing into evanescence Clips ending in less than varec, Lips exhausted, with odor fec’l, Ipse dixit memet ec-li Pseudo,
Randy Wayne Jellison-KnockPublished 6 days ago in PoetsUnspoken Words
In the hush of unspoken words, Lies a world of untold pain, Where hearts carry burdens unseen, And tears fall like silent rain.
Sorrowful WhisperPublished 6 days ago in PoetsWhat I Did For Conscious Love
It wasn’t easy. It wasn't pretty. It wasn’t fun. I was deemed as a villain to some. I was written off as crazy to others. I was miscounted, mistaken, and misunderstood by most.
Princess LeahPublished 6 days ago in PoetsLong Dark Night
Ebon melancholy fills my mind again, Chills my blood again. Listlessly, I gaze into the dark, Into the flickering shadows,
where evergreen grows
~ Early summer days were the best times for growing; the climbing ivy inside me grew rampantly then, weaving its tendrils this way and that, hiding the remains of my innocence
Heather HublerPublished 6 days ago in Poets